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Rising Ruins

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The Battle is past
Storm draws away
Sirens turned into knell
Dying hour
Seas of crosses
Black sunrise
in funeral fog
incarnated sons
of Odin's host
Announcement for
accursed days
Deep impressions
of gone being
Bad taste of war

Rising -ruins
Rising -son of the dark
Life is -an abscess
Life is -hard to live

My nocturnal
Death in dreams
Stigmatas of burned skin
Front rage
My haemorrhage
Lost my flesh and blood
Metal hailstorm
Destroyed, erased
In the name of god
Your honour - your rubber pile
Your pride - your ash

Refrain:

My blood – poisoned
My feelings – mangled
My voice – choke
My skin – rotting
It’s the same with anybody
living in ruins
Hope and chaos
Closely united
Unable to displace
Barren land
Judgement day
Living anarchy